It was a long week. Work had taken nearly everything out of Nicki. She needed a break and she needed it soon or else she was going to just crumble. It was 5:45pm and her normal day ended at 6. She could damn near feel each minute ticking away like it was an eternity. It was Friday and she intended to do some heavy partying with her friends. She had even brought her evening attire with her to work. So she wouldn't have to stop home to change.
Nicki, Cara, and Shelly, were all the epitome of beauty. They all had responsible jobs, and were professional during the week, but when the weekend came, all barriers of decorum were thrown to the wolves. These girls were hot for some party time. She closed her eyes a minute, leaning back in her chair behind her desk. Taking a moment to recall how much fun it was to go out with the girls. They all had been friends since their college years, sisters in the same sorority. When they went out for a night on the town it was something to behold. All three of them were flirts. Major flirts. It was the one thing they all had in common, and they all had it in spades.
A small smile reached her face as Nicki recalled their last party weekend together. They had all been out to their favorite nightclub, Visions. It was one of the hottest places for nightlife and it was huge. A large dance floor and bar on each level of the 3 floored establishment. Each floor had a different 'Theme' to it, and patrons could choose their pleasure for the evening. Nicki and her friends often opted for flirtier atmosphere of the top floor. It suited their tastes perfectly, with plenty of 'hidden' corners, and cubical where customers could go to get to know each other better, not to mention the highlight of that particular level. The clear dance floor. Nicki, Shelly, and Cara absolutely loved to dance, next to flirting it was their favorite pastime. The clear glass dance floor offered the girls a chance to do both at the same time. For you see, it gave the patrons upon the middle floor a perfect view if only they were to look up. The glass floor was provided as sort of a voyeur's aide to those below.
Nicki recalled with a smirk on her face the last time her and Cara danced upon that floor. It was a few weeks ago and Shelly couldn't make it that night. They had both observed the 'crowd' on the second floor as they headed up, and Nicki had instinctively locked her eyes upon one man in particular. He was nursing a beer and causally glancing up towards the clear dance floor. He wasn't leering and making outlandish comments like the others around him were, yet it was obvious he was enjoying the view. Dressed in simple faded jeans, and a warm flannel shirt, he looked more like he belonged on some farm somewhere instead of in this rather progressive nightclub. The man was hot. Totally. Nicki set her sites on showing this 'cowboy' just what city life could be like. She confessed her interest to Cara and both women chuckled. This was going to be an interesting night.
Nicki didn't waste much time when they reached the top of the stairs; she didn't want her target for the night leaving before she had time to gain his attention. She ordered a shot from the bartender to loosen her up a bit, downed it, and headed towards the dance floor. Her black leather mini having been the perfect choice for this evenings entertainment. She began a series of dance moves, that she was quite comfortable with, as was the growing crowed of men about her and Cara. They were both regulars at Visions and the guys knew that they were in for a visual treat when these ladies came to play. The dance, while entertaining to the men on the third floor, was intentionally designed to offer those below, on the second floor, one hell of a view. Nicki giggled softly to herself, as one of the men snatched Cara away for a more 'private' dance inside one of the walls of an empty nearby cubicle. She continued her dance, allowing some of the guys to dance with her, yet never committing to any one in particular for very long. She knew that those down stairs were getting view after view of her long muscled legs, that led up to her panties. The thought made her hot. The only thing that would make her hotter was if that 'cowboy' was still there. Nicki chanced a glance down, very cautiously. Not wanting any to know that she was really dancing just for one in particular. Damn! He was gone.
Opening her eyes from her memory she glanced at the clock again. It was 6pm and time for her to get out of here. She quickly signed off her computer, cleared off her desk and rang her answering service. She headed out of her office, her large plastic shopping bag in hand, and after saying goodnight to her secretary she quickly darted into the ladies room across the hall, locking the door. In a matter of moments, she stepped in front of the full length mirror the normally straight laced, tailored suit wearing, highly respected executive Nicole Jameson, had been replaced by this tall, slim, exotic looking party girl wearing a low cut red shimmering spaghetti strap tank top, and short thigh length flowing black skirt. Set off with just the right jewelry and high heeled black leather boots. She looked as though she was 20, in college, and ready for a night of heavy partying. "Hello Nicky!" she mused to herself as she added the final touch of a deep soft lipstick. She may like to flirt, but she was defiantly no slut. The gauche red lipsticks women wore now a days just screamed "take me". Nicki was defiantly more subtle.
Tossing her long tailored business coat over her, she unlocks the door to the ladies room. She shouldn't encounter anyone at this hour but one never knows. Her coat hid her new attire nicely. Walking quickly down the deserted hall of executive offices she quickly passed that of her boss without glancing up. Mr. Preston had been pushing her hard this past week, piling up work on her like it was a punishment, and she had no interest in letting him know she was leaving. He was a taskmaster and likely would wonder why she wasn't putting in a full shifts overtime if he caught her. Quickly pushing the button to the elevator, Nicki glanced nervously around as she waited. She was almost there, just as soon as she stepped into the elevator and those doors closed. Forty-five minutes later, a very excitable Nicki reached for the door of Visions. She was here finally, she made it. The girls had to work late and had agreed to meet her here as soon as they could. Stopping in the ladies room again, Nicki quickly shed the remains of her business life in one quick flourish. Off came the floor length coat, and out came the pins that held her long brown hair securely in what was a most proper business style on top of her head. Quickly scrunching up a bit of her shiny waist length hair to give it that 'wild' look she steps back and nods to herself in approval. The tank top set off her ample chest nicely, and the short black 'skating' type skirt would provide just the right amount of teasing, should any gentleman catch her eye. Oh, this was going to be a night to remember.
Turning she stepped out on to the first floor of Visions. She headed straight for the stairs and paused midstride as she acesended to the second floor, her brown eyes instinctively glancing over towards the men at the bar, checking to see by some miracle if her 'cowboy' was there again. Of course he was not. A bit disappointed, she continued up to the third floor, and her normal table.
(Part 2) Nicki went straight to the bar and ordered a shot, then returned to her table. She sipped the first one, glancing about the smoke filled, dark atmosphere, and awaited the arrival of her friends. Half an hour and 3 more shots later, Nicki decided to get up and dance a bit. To help pass the time. The music was beginning to call to her, and the drinks had only intensified that effect. She headed out to the dance floor, and began to dance. Her body moving to the fast paced beat of the song like it was effortless. Once again, quite a crowd of men had gathered to partake in the 'eye candy' and Nicki was loving every minute of it. Teasing each one in turn with a twirl of her neck, or a spin of her hips. After the song ended, she turned to head back to her table when the slow, seductive, heavy beat of a song began to thrust from the speakers. The base hit its mark, matching the beat in her rapidly increasing pulse rate. The eerie, mysterious rhythm making her long to do more then just dance..
The grip about her waist broached no room for argument. Fingers tightening about her and pulling her quickly backwards against a strong chest. Those very same fingers holding her there in a firm, no nonsense manor. Nicki gasped a bit as her body melted into that of this mystery man. She couldn't turn about, yet she could tell it was a man from his purely male scent, and the way he held her. He kept up the seductive dance in time with the music, and even pulled Nicki harder against himself as he whispered in her ear: "Lets dance shall we precious" Her body began to move in conjunction with his, fluid and smooth to the lustful beat of the music. He obviously knew the art of seduction in dance, and he was making sure she felt it. Oh, how she felt it. Her back pressed against his rock hard chest, his hands splayed across her hips, he guided her to mirror his bodiesβ movements to perfection. Not an inch was in between them, and Nicki felt every contour, every muscle, every movement like it was her own. This man knew her to well. The dance spoke volumes, and the fact that he was a perfect stranger excited her even more.